it’s cold here..
the place where grudges held are like jewels in a crown,
we wear them.
loss & lonely visits
& never checks out.
anxiety always comes in strong like waves
trying to wash away any possibility of new destiny.
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it is too dangerous to stay here
yet i can’t just get up and go...
i know of nowhere else,
i am too familiar to this place of nothingness and sorrow;
this place has kept me warm
& this place has kept me sheltered.
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this place...
it’s dark;
dark like the corners of my heart
where love hides,
fetal position.
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dark like the pupils of my peers,
in pairs
they appear misguided.
why am i here?
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the things you hold onto are the things that hold onto you;
your resentment resides
& it situates itself in the deepest parts of you.
it takes full control while you watch yourself become homeless in your own home...
stranger.